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Not so much fear, but concern that I would ever let down a friend; or not go the extra mile for someone who was counting on me; or thoughtlessly hurting someone; or passing a beggar and not sharing a couple of bucks. Fear of not having the guts to stand up and be counted when one needs to, no matter what.
I am no overage boyscout, but at the end of my days I want to be able to look myself in the mirror and say honestly that I gave it my best shot.
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A man has to believe in something, I believe I'll have another drink.
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